It's been a while, hasn't it?
It's not that I didn't want to write but your energy sometimes wanes like the moons in the sky - that the words that could so easily fall for paragraphs on end are hampered; energy diverted to more pressing matters. Like walking and keeping watch. We seem to have at least reached our destination so that is some comfort. The Greywall Mountaints are a curious place. So foreboding to wander in, surrounded by green fields and forests. At night, you can see specs on the horizon of villages, light indicating that there is indeed other people out there. It reminds me of Adar, I admit. The mountains, the quiet. It is strange to suddenly be back within that quietness that accompanies the natural world. Sharn, Wroat, even New Cyre were so busy and noisy, you forget the subtle sounds of nature itself. Birds in trees, wind blasting through your hair, the smell of rain and mud. These are not absent in the busy places, obviously. But different, somehow. Out here, these are amplified, majestic compared to the mundanity of the ordinary wind that blows washing dry in New Cyre, the birds that seranade as you walk through through the upper reaches of Sharn. Imperceptibly the rain smells different in Wroat. Something more industrial in the air compared to out here. It is a terrible hike but in someway rather rrefreshing. Cleansing, almost. It makes you homesick for the land compared to Overlook which makes you homesick for the people. I am unsure how this is split but seems an important distinction.
Sharn wasn't that long ago but seems faded somehow in my mind. The bright lights, the illusions, the throngs of people going hither and dither all over the place. Like an ant hill but with advertising.
We waited in Clifftop for a day to meet again with this peculiar man. Did I mention him before? Let me check...
No, it appears not.
The most inconspicuous man I have ever seen met us in Clifftop a few days back. He tried so hard not to stand out by wearing a hooded cloak and hiding his face rather obviously from view. He certainly must have thought that speaking to us would be worth the trouble if he took such measures. By all accounts, the unionised action we participated in a little while ago has started ripples that cannot be seen but can be felt and it would appear that we may have upset some people, somewhere. Presumably. It would seem that no matter the action we take, no matter how minor or insignificant causes people to get upset with us on some level. I think and hope that this is a sign that we are doing good. People doing bad things will naturally be upset at people upsetting this in some way. It is as natural as a cat chasing a mouse or the grass grows towards the sun. It is avoiding upsetting good people accidentailly that will be our true trial.
Regardless, he brought in his first visit a new bow for Dax. Rather apt and a suspiciously good one too. Unsatisfied with this, he returned the next day with a replacement arm for Terfel after the symbiote...incident. It is unclear where he got these and why he things handing these expensive items to us - practically strangers - is a good thing for him but I should not look a gift horse in the mouth. Terfel has two arms again and Dax can be even more skilled with her bow. It has been rather useful, her hunting skills during the journey. I have tried meat here but it is...a lot to deal with so I generally avoid it but I know the benefit of additional food for the group means that rations stretch a little further. It is needed, practically speaking. Warden disagrees, naturally. In someways I am inclined to side with him but if someone is starving, who am I to tell them not to eat? Besides, it usually means more vegeterian foods for myself and I cannot really complain if my belly is full after hiking through mountains. I really cannot.
It does make me wonder what exactly...powers Warden? I know he does not eat. Does he absorb energy from the sun? From the planar and arcane energies that intermingle with the more mundane air that we cannot see? Does he have a large dragonshard in him and will this run out? It is a little perplexing. He is a person and yet does thinks that aren't person-y but this does not reduce his personhood. Perhaps I should speak more to Warforged to figure these things out. I imagine I could answer things about kalashtar in response. A fair trade.
We spent two days on an air ship. This great primal force tied to a ship and used to pull it from one place to another. Kind of like a horse if it could fly, I suppose. It lead to a lively debate between the captain and Warden. The captain called Warden a 'Judgy Jason'. Unsure what a Jason is but I imagine it is a more...colourful Khorvairian euphemism for something terrible. I am unsure how the primal feels or if it could. It is unfortunately a little beyond my knowledge but who knows? Perhaps they will have a tale to tell or perhaps this is fanciful. Before this journey, I would have thought speaking rats were also fanciful but that is no longer the case.
We leapt out of the ship with a feather token, rather like that trial we did for the Clifftop Adventurers. Dax immediately cast hers which meant she spent a rather long time descending unlike the others. I think we have all gathered now Dax has a fear of heights. Or falling. I quite like the feel of it - the air rushing, the scenery changing, adreneline pulsing through your body. It is part of the reason why I bought the skystaff. It's quicker than walking and I can fly around. What's not to like? Maybe in small steps I could help Dax with her fear? I am unsure how often we will be falling and flying through the air but it seems something prudent. I am unsure if the suggestion will offend, however. Perhaps I will leave it for now.
Still, after walking for a few days we seem to have reached the start of the cave. There is some illusions blocking the path but Warden wishes to read the book before continuing. Perhaps we will find out sometyhing useful!